Love, Rosie (200 page)

ents
don’t
even
love
each
other.
What’s
the
point
of
that?
You’re
not

with
Sally
and
things
with
Josh
work
out
fine.
It
may
not
be
the

most
desired
position
to
be
in,
everyone
wants
to
play
happy
fami-

lies
but
it
doesn’t
always
work
out
that
way.
This
is
ridiculous.

Alex:

Rosie:

Alex:

Rosie:

I’m
a
weekend
dad
to
Josh;
I
don’t
want
a
repeat
of
that.
It’s
not

right.

Marrying
someone
you
don’t
love
is
not
right.

I’m
extremely
fond
of
Bethany;
we
have
a
great
relationship
and
get

on
well.

Well
I’m
glad
you
and
your
future
wife
“get
on
well.”
If
you
don’t

think
this
through
properly,
Bethany
will
be
another
Sally.
Another

failed
marriage
is
not
what
you
want.

Alex:

Rosie:

This
marriage
won’t
fail.

No
you’ll
just
be
miserable
for
the
rest
of
your
life
and
that’s
great

just
as
long
as
the
tongues
of
disapproving
people
can’t
gossip
about

you.

Alex:

Why
should
I
take
advice
from
you
Rosie?
What
on
earth
have
you

done
in
your
life
that
makes
you
such
an
expert
on
telling
me
how

to
live
mine?
You
lived
with
a
man
that
cheated
on
you
for
years

and
you
kept
taking
him
back
time
and
time
again.
What
do
you
no

about
marriage?

Rosie:

I
know
enough
not
to
go
racing
up
the
aisle
with
someone
else
I

barely
know
or
love.
I
know
enough
to
not
allow
my
life
choices
to

be
influenced
by
my
desire
for
money
and
power
and
prestige.
I

know
enough
not
to
marry
a
man
so
a
bunch
of
rich
people
will

love,
rosie

303

smile
at
me
and
tell
me
how
great
I
am.
I
wouldn’t
marry
a
man
to

get
my
picture
in
the
paper,
my
name
on
an
award
trophy,
or
for

some
dumb
promotion
at
work.

Alex:

Oh
Rosie,
you
make
me
laugh.
You
have
no
idea
what
you’re
talk-

ing
about.
You’ve
obviously
been
spending
too
much
time
in
your

flat
doing
nothing
but
concocting
conspiracy
theories.

Rosie:

Oh
of
course,
because
that’s
all
I
do.
Sit
around
my
council
flat

doing
nothing,
being
the
poor
uneducated
single
mother
that
I
am

while
you
and
your
Harvard
pals
sit
in
your
gentlemen’s
clubs

smoking
cigars
and
patting
each
other
on
the
backs.
We
may
live
in

very
different
worlds,
Alex
Stewart,
but
I
know
you
and
I’m
sick
of

seeing
who
you’ve
turned
into.

So
what
would
good
old
Reginald
Williams
have
done
if
he
had